SOLDIERS

Sometime around 10am,

 

pink tanks

dropped

from

above.

 

I was writing a story

for the paper,

exposing cutting-edge

tech weapons and

wars waged

against the unarmed

and the

ultraviolet.

 

It was an attempt to

break the

sound barrier to

infiltrate

minefields

and riots.

 

My memories and

breathing

have changed.

 

F-16’s still

quarry the

audio fade of

derelict soil.

 

I yield

to melodic harps and

dying beings submerged within

the womb of consciousness

at first light.